Would you tell me about "Chat Noir Doesn’t Like the New Guy?" And if you don't mind telling me about more than one, I would love to hear about "Kagami’s Answer."
Oh, boy. Ahahaha, ohhh boy. So Chat Noir Doesn't Like the New Guy is actually one of my favorites (so is the Kagami's Answer chapter), so unfortunately for everyone involved I'm going to gush about both of them.
Chat Noir Doesn't Like the New Guy is from an AU where after Wishmaker, Marinette realizes that Luka knows her and Chat Noir's identity. Shenanigans ensue *hits fast forward button*. In order to protect their identities let Luka continue to be the Snake Holder, Marinette proposes he gets himself a new secret identity so it looks like Viperion's "retired". Adrien is 100% confused (and frankly pretty pissed, because no one tells him anything) as to who this new guy is, why he seems close with Ladybug, and why he replaced his friend Luka. Ironically, he goes to talk to Luka about it, because he couldn't think of anyone else to go to:
"Whatever it is, you can tell me." Luka prompted gently.
Adrien sighed. "I know, words are just…hard."
"I get it--I'm not great at them either. I usually like to let my guitar do the talking."
Adrian ruffled the hair on the back of his head. "I'm jealous. I'm really, really jealous. There's this new guy she's been around recently, and I can just…I feel like they're together. They don't say it, and we're usually too busy working to talk, but I can feel there's something between them. And I don't know why he's even working with us in the first place." He took a breath and stared down at his hands. "It came out of nowhere. The last guy I worked with…he was a friend. And I guess I'm kind of mad about that too." Adrien looked up at Luka. He could never say that it was Luka that he missed on the team--not that he thought Luka would tell everyone he was Chat Noir. But if anyone found out about his secret, he wanted it to be Ladybug.
He realized he'd been staring at Luka for awhile. "Sorry, I didn't realize I felt this way, so I'm still trying to get my bearings here," Adrien explained. "The last guy, he was really good at what he did, he was even better than I was at it."
Luka hummed. "But this new guy shows up and replaces him."
"Exactly! No one even told me why--he was just…gone. And this new guy is just, well--"
"A jerk?" Luka offered with a smirk.
"Yes," Adrien answered automatically. "…No. He's not. He tried to talk to me a few days ago, but I was just so jealous and upset I just shut him down. And then La--and the she came and found me afterwards all mad because I'd been awful to him, and then we started fighting about anything that came to mind. I hated it, and I said awful things to her. I know she's right--I've been impossible recently. I just love her so much I can't think when it comes to stuff with her."
And as for Kagami's answer--this is actually a really fun bit of the novel I'm working on now. Kagami is kind of a side character in it, but I love her to death so she's not going anywhere. In this fic she's kind of running up against some opposition to her eventually taking over as the head of the Tsurugi name, and she decides to do something slightly impulsive (but meaningful):
The door jingled again and she groaned. "Fuck's sake Harry, can you leave a woman in peace for two minutes?" Alix spun around with her freshly filled coffee mug in one hand, ready to make good on the threat of a boot print on his ass when she realized that the person standing in front of her was the antithesis of Harry.
Kagami stood just inside the entrance, her eyebrow raised and something that might be called a smile forming on her lips. Her height was punctuated by a well tailored white suit and black heels, her impeccable posture granting her several inches above the heads of the average person. Not a hair out of place, as per usual.
"Sorry, I was dealing with a cockroach before you walked in," Alix said awkwardly, sipping from her coffee mug. "What's up?"
Kagami took another step into the shop, her heel clicking against the tile. "I want a tattoo."
Alix spat her coffee back into her mug and coughed. "You want a what?" she put her coffee mug back on the counter behind her. Alix had tattooed many of her friends while she’d been learning her craft; each time had felt special and, frankly, a little nerve inducing. After her apprenticeship was over her clients and coworkers had pumped her with enough gas to believe she was actually pretty fucking good at it, and she was pretty sure she could work on almost anyone like a professional. But this was different.
Kagami's chest heaved slightly as if she was sighing, although she was far too polite to do it openly. "I want a tattoo. Or is the shop just for show?" She asked, now walking around to stare at the walls of flash art Alix had on display.
"I mean, I'll do it of course--I just…Kagami, aren't you going back to Japan in like, a week and a half?" She and Kagami weren’t necessarily close, but they were connected through Marinette and a web of friends where news travelled fast.
"I am. I understand this is short notice; I wasn't sure what your schedule is like."
Alix shook her head. "It's not about the schedule, but from what I understand tattoos are still a pretty big no-no there. Wouldn't your gramps be pissed?"
Kagami stared at her blankly, her purse lightly hanging from her fingertips. "Of course."
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Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.
(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)
It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.
He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running.
He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.
It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.
(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)
(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)
—
Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance.
Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.
He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.
—
He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.
His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).
He always looked slightly on fire?
(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)
(He know he died in an explosion but really?)
And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?
It looked really nice.
But on the other hand…
It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.
And—
(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)
He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).
And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.
(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)
—
Being a ghost had a lotta perks.
Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.
But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.
He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.
But now he’s starting to… have fun.
He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands.
(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)
That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.
(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)
Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.
(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)
—
(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)
(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)
—
One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.
(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)
But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters.
(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)
He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.
—
(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)
(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)
(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)
(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)
(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)
(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.)
(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)
(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)
—
(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)
(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)
(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)
—
(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)
He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.
(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)
(They know. Oh, they know.)
(It didn’t go well.)
(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)
It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.
(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.)
What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.
(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)
(Danny—)
He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green.
(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)
Jason felt something in him... snap.
(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.)
His mouth opened—
(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—)
(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)
(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)
(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)
— and wailed.
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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕
This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.
For those interested: Part 01
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